Palace Grounds

Abaigael, unfortunately, was able to hear what the Queen had to say, but after the spear of pain it caused in her chest disappeared it only made her angrier. Of all the things to get mad about and run away, she never figured she would do so after something so stupid, and it almost gave her reason to turn around, but then she remembered the Queen slamming the door behind her and locking it and she let any ideas of running back to her disappear. Honestly at this point she just wanted to talk to somebody she trusted that wasn’t Morgan, and the closest person to that was her father. She wasn’t really thinking about the fact that it wouldn’t be okay for her to tell her father all of the details of her relationship, she just knew that she wanted to be comforted and he was the only person she could think of that could do the job.

She wasn’t even thinking about where the stallion was going; the only thing she could think of was how satisfying the wind on her face felt, and how good it was going to be to visit her family, if only for a day or two. Which was definitely a bad thing as when the horse slowed she had no idea where she was. She had been intent on taking one of the roads, but somehow the stallion had managed to lead them into a forest, and she had lost the guards if they had even tried to follow her in the first place. She would swallow thickly and pull back on the reins, looking around almost frantically as she tries to figure out where she was. She would gently pat the horse’s neck as she tried to figure something out, but by this point her mind was racing. She had a feeling that she was still on the palace grounds, as she hadn’t passed any walls or anything of the sort, but she didn’t know where AT in the palace grounds she was. She knew that the estate was enormous, and she had only ever been out riding with people who knew where they were going.

She actually was rather relieved at first when Morgan randomly appeared, knowing that even if she told the woman to get lost then she would be able to follow her mare back to the palace and she would actually be able to follow a road to Pearblossom. The relief disappeared, though, when the woman grabbed the stallion’s reins as she choked out her name. She would look down at her, and the sight of the woman’s tears felt like a punch in the stomach. She wanted them to make her angry, she wanted to still be frustrated and let her emotions give way to action, but she just couldn’t. How could she have been so stupid to hurt Morgan like this? When she mentioned the guards telling her that they had lost her she would shift her gaze back to the horse and gently bite her lip, trying hard to ignore the fear that was written across the woman’s face. “What if they were meant to be lost?” she would ask quietly, though her voice was wavering and actually broke towards the end, proving that she hadn’t actually meant it.

She brought her hands up to her face, hiding behind them as her shoulders hunched forward, trying to control her breathing so that she didn’t start to hyperventilate or something. After a moment she would drop her hands and look back towards the Queen again, “I was just…I just wanted…” she would try, her chin quivering as she tried to speak, “I only want-ed to…to talk to somebody,” she finally managed to say, though her eyes hadn’t managed to overflow with tears just yet. She would hang her head, her eyes falling to the ground beneath the stallion’s feet as she tried to muster up some sort of dignity, but eventually failed.

Tears started to spill down Abi’s face as she listened to Morgan talk, “I d-don’t even have anybody to…to talk to,” she’d say, her breath hitching in her throat, “No-Nobody would understand…a-and…” she would stumble, her words cut off by a sob only to have her resume right where she left off, “You’re upset wi-with me,” she finished, reaching up to scrub the tears off of her face only to find it useless as more just kept pouring from her eyes. When Morgan said that it was her fault she felt almost like her head was going to explode, “N-no,” she managed to get out past a sob, knowing that it wasn’t her lover’s fault. She felt like a complete and utter mess, feeling more and more like the young, hormonal teenager that she was behaving like rather than softly spoken, gentle being she was known to be. Upon hearing the woman offer to beg she would shake her head violently, “No, I don’t want you to,” she would say, managing to get out at least that sentence without stuttering. When the woman continued on to say that she could beg her to stay she would shake her head again, feeling as if she was spiraling in complete despair, which also made her feel absolutely ridiculous, “Why w-would you even want t-to?” she would ask, referring to all of the hell that she had put the woman through.

She choked on her tears when Morgan says that she would want to beg because she loved her, and then went on to explain that she wasn’t ignoring her and that she had just been scared because she thought that Abi had basically felt smothered, which made her feel like a complete and utter asshole. When she went on to say that she would be destroyed without her and that she had never loved anybody like she loved her she felt her heart seize, almost as if the tension in her chest would cause her heart to break into a million pieces, which was only made worse by the woman reaching up to rest her hand on her thigh and her forehead on her knee, “I-I’m sorry,” she whispers, appearing feeling more distraught than she ever had in her life. She would reach down to rest her hand on top of Morgan’s head, only to hear her begin to beg her to come back with her. She would choke back a sob before slipping out of the saddle and wrapping her arms tightly around Morgan’s neck, burying her face in the other woman’s neck as she sobbed for a moment, unable to speak.

Eventually she was able to drag in a deep breath, which helped to calm her enough so that she was able to speak without her speech sounding broken and choppy, “I’m so sorry,” she would repeat, though she kept her face pressed against Morgan’s neck, “I would never just…stop loving you,” she says, her tone sounding rather tormented. “I wasn’t…I wasn’t going to just disappear from your life. I only wanted to leave the room to calm down and then…” she would break off for a moment, closing her eyes. She knew that if she continued speaking that it would only convince the woman that she should blame herself, and that wasn’t the case. “I just…I got so frustrated, and I went to my chambers and I didn’t have anybody to talk to and it just…I just…” she would trail off again, uncertain exactly what she was trying to get across. She would tighten her grip around the woman, grabbing the back of her dress tightly as if to make sure that she couldn’t move away. “I’m sorry for doing this to you,” she would whisper.

((OOC: Day of the knight games..several weeks after the Morgan and Abi scene played above.))

Alasdair really had no interest in watching the knight games. It just wasn't his thing. So he'd decided to roam the palace grounds and try to find something to do. At the moment there really didn't seem to be much..though that really wasn't surprising, given that most people were either participating in the knight games or watching them. He didn't much mind the fact that he was alone at the moment, though. At least he didn't have to deal with the noise of the people who were busy cheering on whoever they wanted to win. He shook his head and continued to walk the grounds. The ironic thing here was that Ranait had insisted that he come to this whole ordeal, and yet he hadn't actually seen much of her. He'd spotted her from across the room during the masquerade, but she was so enamored with the duke these days that she didn't seem to have much attention for anyone that wasn't Alpin Mahon. Not that he was surprised by this fact, but that's off the point. The point is that he was bored and wondered why he'd even bothered to come here in the first place, since it obviously wasn't Renny that had brought him here. Truth be told he'd come in hopes of seeing Treise again; though he wasn't sure why he bothered. He doubted that she was interested in him in the slightest.

He had continued to wander, right up to the point that he felt something hit his boot. When he looked down and spotted a rock a frown curved his lips and he looked around to see if he couldn't find where the rock had come from. His gaze landed on Treise and he couldn't help the smile that changed his expression when he spotted her. He felt weird, though. About being happy to see her, that is. He was still determined that she had no real interest in him, and that wasn't likely to change any time soon. With a shrug he wandered over towards her anyway. Okay, so maybe he's a little masochistic. What can I say? "Hey," he said, waving awkwardly at her when he approached. She looked for all the world like she didn't want to be here much more than he did. And he found himself wondering why she was still here if she didn't want to be. It wasn't like she couldn't leave, after all. He could have left, too, but he was still semi hopeful that he'd get to see and spend a bit of time with his little sister before he left. He just felt way too weird even thinking about visiting her at Carnaghan.

He smiled at her little finger wiggle type wave and greeting. He didn't; however, notice that her expression had gone from one of irritation to a smile when he'd approached and she'd realized that it was him. When she asked why he wasn't at the games he laughed softly. "I could ask you the same thing," he said. "Though, honestly, I have no interest in watching people beat each other nearly to death," he said with a shrug. "They were interesting about the first two times that I watched them. Seeing the different skills displayed by different people. But then I came to realize that you're basically watching the same thing repeatedly, and there's just not as much fun in it after you realize that," he said with a chuckle. "I also don't think these games really prove much of anything. A man's prowess on the battle field is a lot different than that on a game field. When he has a reason to fight, even a less skilled man can come out of a battle victorious. Without a reason to fight, the most skilled man can come out of a game being considered a loser," he said with a shrug. At least that was the way he'd seen these things go before.